Out (of Sight not Mind)

Summary: Psychic!Amy AU in which Rory and the Doctor break her out of the institution that's taking advantage of her. A can't-miss fic for any true Doctor Who fan!

Out

There are more scientists this time. She can hear them almost, if she closes her eyes and strains,
their whispering movement behind three walls of mirrored glass. She leans back
against the whitewashed wall, feels it dig into the knobbly bones of her back,
wraps her hands around her knees and watches The Nose line the empty, shining
bottles into perfect rows.

She knows better
than to click her fingers while he’s still lining them up. She’d tried that,
before, after she’d gotten over her disorientation and learned what it was they
wanted from her (the smaller, obvious part, not the big picture), before she’d
lost the energy for such things, and they’d turned the lights on full blast for
three straight days (or what passes for days, three meals, anyway) before
turning them all off for a long time. There hadn’t been meals during that time,
but she’s pretty sure it’d been more than a day.

And she – likes
The Nose, or at least, feels vaguely neutral towards him. He’s the only one
that doesn’t try to intimidate her, the only one that kneels down to talk to
her, the only one that talks to her. She doesn’t want to hurt him. That’d be
sending the wrong message.

“Right,” says
The Nose, rocking back on his heels and cracking his back as he stands, “There
you are, Amy.” He rubs his rather large nose a bit, opens and then closes his
mouth but doesn’t apologize like he used to. He’d disappeared for a bit after
the last time he’d apologised to her, and she supposes he’s not really supposed
to do that.

She nods,
instead of talking, because sometimes she can pretend that not talking is a
successful act of defiance.

“Right,” says
The Nose again, sort of half-smiling, with his hands half-raised but still
mostly below his waist. Half-defensive, really, she thinks would be the best
word for it.

He half-falls,
half-skips down the stairs like he always does, like his legs are suddenly a
bit longer than he’s used to and he’s tripping and bouncing to keep his
balance, and she catches a glimpse of one of the peope outside staring into the
enlosure, a man with circlular glasses and floppy hair and a really – chinnish
– chin.

The lights
flash, once, and she’s plunged into darkness, just as always. And just like
always, stupidly, because she’s been here for what seems like years, but just
like always her breath gulps and catches in her throat and she has to dig her
fingernails into her palms because sometimes pain helps her fight against the
fear.

And then the
lights go on, with a growling whoosh
and she’s blinded but she still knows where the bottles are, can still sense
them, the only thing in her enclosure other than her and her clothes.

She’d tried to
close her eyes before, when she did it, tried to withold data from the
scientists, but that hadn’t worked, the power never worked unless whatever she
was exploding was in her field of vision. She didn’t have to be focused on it,
just had to be able to see it or sense the material of whatever they were made
of.

And the people
on the other side of the glass have gone silent, her entire world is blindingly
bright and she can’t hear anything except her slow breath and her pulse
drumming in her ears.

She clicks her
fingers.

The bottles
implode, spraying her and the walls of the enclosure with shards of glass that
crack and tinkle against the glass, caught like stars in midair by the dimming
lights.

She curls
herself against the whitewashed wall and closes her eyes and covers her face
with her arm and listens to the glass settle to the ground and the room outside
her enclosure empty and silence.

When she opens
her eyes again, she has to press her hands to her eyes to make sure they’re
open. Her fingers brush against eyelashes
and stutter against her eyelids. Open, then. That means they’re done with her,
means they won’t need her – don’t want her – to perform for a while. So she puts her hands back down at her sides
and closes her eyes again.

She falls
asleep, she must have done, because the next time she opens her eyes, squinting
because the door to her enclosure is open – the
enclosure door is open – and someone’s shaking her shoulder and whispering,
“Hey, Amy. Amy?”

She recognizes
The Nose by his voice – he has a distinctive rolling, dragging sort of speech
that carries over to his whispers. She jerks away out of habit though, and his
footsteps shuffle backwards until his figure is blocking the light from her
eyes and she can see that his hands are raised all the way in apology, and he
whispers, “Sorry.”

She tries to
say, “What’s happening?” but her voice rasps and cracks when she tries to speak
and it come out as, “What.”

The Nose doesn’t
seem to take any offense to her tone. “We’re breaking you out,” he says, and
his voice is lighter, giddy, almost. “Can you walk?” He pauses a moment, then
asks, more gently, with a tone to his voice like he’s almost afraid, “Do you
want to come with us?”

She can and she
does, she nods to let him know that, and she gets up stiffly, her knees
cracking and her ankles popping when she takes a step. She shakes off The Nose’s
offer of help and limps to the edge of the enclosure, trips down the stairs
like The Nose always does, and emerges into the light.

It’s not really
very bright, just a hallway that’s sparsely lit with flickering, stuttering
lamps, but compared to the total blackout in the enclosure, it’s momentarily
blinding.

“Hello, Amy,”
says the man holding the door open, and she jerks around and squints at him and
recognizes him as the man from earlier who’d been standing by the door before
her performance – standing by the
door waiting for The Nose, she realizes. He’s the one with the glasses and the
chin. He’s not smiling, but she can still hear that he is, in his whisper. She
trusts him, almost instantly.

She nods at him
by way of a hello.

The Nose moves
away from her elbow where he’d been tailing her and goes to greet the man, who bumps
shoulders companionably with The Nose before pressing the enclosure door closed
until it clicks with grey-gloved hands. The Nose locks the door and steps back
and the man takes The Nose by the back of his head and presses a kiss to his
forehead before stepping back and grinning.

The man – The
Chin, she decides – falls into step behind her like he’s used to protecting her
or someone else. It’s comforting, she thinks, as they duck through shadowed
corridors that eventually become dustless, elegant hallways that don’t seem to
be lit from anywhere in particular but are lit anyway.

“These are the
sterilization rooms,” says The Nose, quietly, when they pass through a series
of hallways lined with wide sets of double doors. He says this glancing quickly
at her and then away, like he’s not sure if she wants to know, never stopping
the fast tep-tep-tep of his footsteps
on the tiled floor as he does.

She appreciates
it, she thinks. It’s good to finally learn about the place she’s been in for as
long as her recent memory knows.

“You were the
last one,” explains The Chin, once they’d gotten out of the building and snuck
out across a rubble-y parking lot and gotten into a tall, dark car without
clear windows. His hands are flying all over the place, taking up all the
space, and Amy’s ducking away a little bit instinctively, even though she’s in the
front seat of the car next to The Nose and The Chin is in the backseat.

“Ah, sorry about
that,” says The Chin, noticing. He wedges his hands underneath his legs and
continues, “We couldn’t get into your enclosure earlier, when we got the
others.”

“That was two
weeks ago,” adds The Nose, as an explanation, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Thanks,” says
The Chin, grinning. He always seems to be grinning. “Anyway, Rory here,” here
he jerks his chin towards The Nose, “got shuffled into your shift again, and it
was all good after that. You know –”

“Shush,” says The Nose, suddenly, his
voice tight and strained. He flicks out a badge from a pocket that Amy hadn’t
noticed before and presses it to the machine that has suddenly loomed out of
the darkness to their left.

Two lights
flash, a green one and then a lighter green one, and The Nose and The Chin both
let their breaths go in a mingling whoosh.

“That was the ID
checker thing,” says The Chin, once they’ve pulled through the gates that
creaked open after the whoosh of
relief. “I usually love an ID checker thing, but not that one.”

The car falls
silent after this statement, and they drive through a series of winding streets
edged with buildings that spiral into the night sky, until they pull past a
sign with letters that passes too quickly for Amy to read and -

“We’re out,”
says The Nose, making a left.

“Finally,”
mutters The Chin from the backseat.

“Out,” repeats
Amy in her crackled wisp of a voice, and she smiles.

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